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a l i c e   6

t o m   w r i g h t



She hath become turmoil,

pale
soles
bend
forest.

Butterfly oceans
cathedral finger-
tips,

gathering salt.

Seraphim speak
in poetry
that has transcended
the poem:

'The litter is the message
Or
The transmission device'

situated
in a nurturing breast?

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